The knight jerks again, eyes swivelling wildly to mine as my thought streaks into the black cave of his mind likewhite lightning.
I keep one eye on Darius as I kiss the knight’s lips again, running my fingers through his short tufted beard. After glimpsing those fangs, Sir Cyril’s heart is pounding in my ears; and Darius’s head tilts, hearing it too. His eyes narrow.
You are forgetting who brought you this prize, my queen. Move away from him. Now.
Darius is becoming frustrated due to hunger, and I do not blame him; the scent of the knight’s blood is permeating the air. Besides, I need him to keep bringing me men. If I do not appease him, my supply may dry up.
So I try to bargain.Will his wrist suffice?
No, I want his neck. As we agreed.
I nod reluctantly, outranked by his superior power and position at court.
While we have been silently arguing above Sir Cyril, Darius’s control over him has wavered. It is only when I move aside that I realise how much. The knight is clutching the dagger that Darius usually wears on a leather strap around his thigh and has forgotten to remove. Unbeknownst to him,heis the one now in grave danger of shedding blood!
Before I can cry out a warning, Sir Cyril lifts his arm and plunges the dagger into Darius’s stomach. Darius stares in shock at the hilt sticking out of him. A look ofglee passes over the knight’s face, and he uses the element of surprise to shove Darius over and leap upon him. The knight takes out the dagger and sticks him with it again—this time in the heart, effectively pinning him. He will not die this way, but Dimitri told me it is unimaginably painful and renders a vampire helpless.
Darius gasps like a drowning fish.
Fuck fuck fuck!he moans in my mind.Help me!
Release him,I say calmly to the knight.Darius has many friends at court, including one of the queen’s personal protectors. A powerful vampire. Even if you manage to escape, he will hunt you down and snap your neck.
I shuffle forward on my knees thinking this should do the trick, but Sir Cyril exclaims, ‘Stay back, witch or I’ll cut off his head!’ and crouches over Darius’s body like a naked fiend. I am quite impressed despite myself that he has managed to take him down. He has cunning and agility; he would make a good vampire. But the thought leaves my mind immediately. He is too volatile. He may attempt to murder me if he joins us. My eyes slide to his manhood, which is at half mast. But I do have another power that I have been refining of late: allurement.
Stroking my breasts and nipples, I create a feeling of sexual desire and send it to the knight, an invisible mist of rose perfume flowing from my pores. His eyes glaze as it twines around him sensually, exploring his body with dampsensual fingers, causing his rod to stiffen further.
I hold out a finger and beckon.Leave him. Come to me.
The knight clambers over Darius eagerly, thinking now only of his sexual satisfaction. I smirk at Darius, feeling pleased with myself, but his eyes have rolled back in his head. So I tell him:How easy that was! My powers are improving!
Darius (moaning):For God’s sake, bite him! Bite him!
Me:Shhh, I am concentrating. I can take no chances. Look at what happened to you.
I gather the knight into my arms, and we lie together, our bodies entwining. By now, I am feeling the effects of my own allurement, which is overtaking my need to rescue Darius. I could flip Sir Cyril off the bed and go to Darius’s aid. But the knight is moving his hips against mine, and his firm length is sliding rhythmically against my cunny, so I am a little ... distracted.
Darius:Arrrgh, what are you doing? Why have you not released me?
Me:I may want to copulate with him first.
Darius:Forsooth, I am in agony, and you wish to copulate? Drain that fuck-twoddle, or I will summon Dimitri!
That puts the wind up me. I have no wish to have my sire involved in this disaster. He may blame me.
Me:No! I will do it!
The knight buries his nose in my hair and breathes deeply. ‘You smell like roses. Most beguiling.’
He wraps his arms tighter around me, and I steel my nerve, pushing aside my desire and my doubt. I have to do this for Darius’s sake. I cannot trust Sir Cyril. He has to die.
I push him off me with one hand and gaze into his lustful eyes.Lie still, my sweet. This will be over quickly.
Darius (groaning):Hurry!
I plunge my fangs into the knight’s neck and take a few deep pulls. He moans and thrashes his legs, but I lie on top to keep him still and sup steadily, the taste of his blood overthrowing my lust for the moment.
Darius:Are you drinking?
